Morning Drive Time

Amid the hairpin turns of the last year’s emotional terrain, there have been a few constants – coffee with friends, my sister’s always gentle and dignified problem solving, and crying in my car on my way to work.  In the dark pre-dawn, when the gas station and Starbucks are my breakfast and reason for living,  my routine has evolved to a sacred ritual.  Engulfed in the sounds of whatever the musical academics at WORT are playing, and triggered by ghostly landscapes veiled in fog or frost, I have been hurtling toward Milwaukee, crying.  (You can fill in your own joke here…really, you don’t need my help.)  Often, I cried on the way home as well.

In the first year of mourning, I think, alot of people cry spontaneously, over apparent nothings, but I have never been that kind of crier.  If I am crying, you can be sure it is me I am feeling sorry for, not you.  It was not self pity that fuelled my morning cry time, however.  These tears welled up from a source I can’t name.  Not sorrow, not fear, not even regret.  Possibly relief, and certainly an experience of awe and finality.  I looked forward to the time spent in the 190-horsepower V-6 womb with my companion of honest, undifferentiated feeling.

My lachrymose friend stood me up last week, however, and fickle as I am, I didn’t notice until Thursday that I had driven 16 hours, dry-eyed.  Although some might call it progress, I can’t say I am happy to have turned this corner.  I had wanted to make more of this time, hoping, I think, to redeem myself from the tangle of choices which have defined most of my adulthood.  And maybe that has happened, and I just don’t know it yet.  But the morning mist has yielded to bright sun, and the glare from the highway is a pain in the ass.


3 thoughts on “Morning Drive Time

  1. Lovely as always…I can so relate. The car is like a bubble of safety while out in the world.

    I’ve no doubt your cry drives will transition into another type of inner journey…moving passed the tears & into newer ways of seeing & being.

    Happy driving!

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